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Jun 2011
Love is not,
Something we choose,
It's a terminal disease,
There is no cure,
It takes over,
Becoming ever-present,
Even when it's gone,
It's still a part of you,
And sometimes the only way to get through,
Is to pretend it doesn't **** you,
To walk away
Β©Nicola-Isobel H.      29.05.2011
Isobel G
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Isobel G  28/F/Australia
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